– Let’s try the haunted house next.
The group had already been through several rides in the amusement by now, and I for one was feeling the increasing need to sit down with zero possibility of adrenaline shoot ups. Taking up the opportunity to intervene, I did exactly that
– How about we try the cave ride, it has some funny light and sound effects I hear – I lied, there were none, I had tried it a few months back.
– Are you sure? Do we want to try that?
Before anyone could object, I made up some quick improvisations that would at least arouse their curiosity to try it out, and soon we were in the line.
I knew the lulling ride would last for about 7 mins, the boats carrying us through a dark tunnel, with some very fake, and very un-terrifying props, a bit of sound and noise to create an atmosphere that would enchant a child, bore an adult, and give me the break I needed. Plus, since we were an odd numbered group, I stood good chance of having a boat to myself. Selfish much? Yes. Rowing on.
Excited voices around us took their places. I happily took the last boat, the body relaxing automatically as I sat down. I smiled as my crew cheered for the ride to start. But then one attendant approached me.
– excuse me ma’am, but u can’t sit alone, you have to take the ride with someone. There’s a man waiting for a partner, would u care to sit with him?
Sigh. – Yes, I mean, it’s fine, sure. – It never is just a sunny day. I only hoped he wasn’t a creep. Before the man could get on, however, a friend of mine stood up and came to sit beside me, telling the attendant the man could sit in his place. I was happy with this exchange, he was a friend, we had known each other for a long time, had even dated for a while. The comfort came flooding back. The ride started.
– can I tell you something? – his voice came really close to my ears, his whispers cooling my ear lobe – you do know your jeans has a hole in it.
WHAT!?
it was utterly dark, we were just entering the cave and I was turning everywhere to check what he was talking about. A hole? I had grabbed the jeans hurriedly in the morning. Could there be one?
– don’t move so much, you will throw us overboard! Let me show u, but don’t overreact.
Saying so he touched the hole. Or rather my skin where a small layer of jeans should have been. And it stilled me, for it was just a little below the zip line, right next to my crotch. His finger pressed the tiniest bit before it moved away.
– this is embarassing! Did anyone else notice?
– I don’t think so, else they would have told u by now and made a joke of it.
– well you didn’t.
– I didn’t get a chance to. Now I did, didn’t I?
We sat in silence for sometime. The cave was lit up with lights and someone was telling something about evolution but all I could think of was the embarassment.
Suddenly I felt a pinch, there.
– hey, don’t!
– well, then don’t think about it. You have done way more embarassing things than this. It’s just a fashion malfunction. Happens. Relax.
– yes, but that crazy streak is the youth’s exuberance. This is more a serious issue. Adulting not done right today.
– when did u become an adult? I still see the crazy girl when I see u who never missed a chance to drive me crazy.
– oh oni-saan, what do you mean? – I couldn’t help but do the anime voice, the mischief in me was afoot. But, I suppose it was already afoot in someone else too.
His lips were on me, and I kissed him with a smile. And while we kissed, both our hands were taking up the roles they had been used to for so many times before. It was like riding a cycle. Cliche much?
I felt his cock, it was semi hard. But I knew the way his fingers quickly went inside me that I was already wet. We stopped kissing for the lights were getting brighter. But I was almost sitting on his lap. I wanted to get down on him, and feel his now rock hard cock in my mouth. I took the risk, and gave him a quick few suck. The smell of a cock I knew and loved so well tightened my throat and I felt my nipples harden against the bra. I straightened and smiled seeing his shocked smile. But we had to hurry now, the show was about to end.
I moved even closer to him, his fingers digging deeper inside me, and felt my cunt tighten – just a few more, I whisper, silently begging him not to stop. He wouldn’t come any time soon, but i prayed he would be a saint. He was a saint. as i shuddered, and moaned, my left hand clenching his shoulder, the right still holding the cock, I felt his fingers slowly come out.
“Lick it,” he commanded. And as I pulled up the zipper, and helped him tuck his cock back in, my tongue lapped up my juices that clung to his two fingers. My left hand was still on his crotch when the ride ended, I didn’t want the hard on to go away just yet.
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